A Master at Feigning Weakness to Devour the Strong

The appearance of the Killing Curse reminded wizards of a war that was almost forgotten more than a decade ago.

Especially for the British Wizarding World, almost every family in this place had someone die in that terrible war.

A sense of sadness began to spread, and the illusion of peace that the Ministry of Magic had worked so hard to maintain for years was shattered.

But they still have hope, which lies with Albus Dumbledore, the most powerful wizard of our time.

However, shortly after the Killing Curse appeared, the live broadcast of his epic duel with Voldemort was suddenly interrupted.

There's nothing wrong with the equipment. Did something unexpected happen on site?

Hogwarts Quidditch Pitch

Fudge, standing at the entrance to the maze, gazed contentedly at the pitch-black scene.

So what if there's a backdoor? The Ministry of Magic controls the Magical Base Station; they can simply block the signal transmission and completely stop the live broadcast.

Fudge put on a fake smile and walked up to Vincent, who was operating the Magical Communicator. "Mr. Wayne, please stop. Leave the rest to the Ministry of Magic."

Vincent didn't even look at him. "Good tactic, Mr. Minister, but you seem to be celebrating too soon."

The pitch-black projection screen inside the stadium was simultaneously illuminated, displaying the Wayne Enterprises logo.

Fudge tensed up, seemingly getting anxious. "You actually left a backdoor in the Magical Base Station? Mr. Wayne, this is a serious breach of our Contract!"

The magical Contract he signed with Vincent clearly stipulated that all control of the Magical Base Station belonged to the Ministry of Magic, and any individual or organization that obtained partial control would be considered illegal, even Wayne Enterprises Vincent were no exception.

Is it really worth turning from a hero into a criminal in order to uncover the truth that the Ministry of Magic has concealed for so many years?

Gibbon intended to patiently persuade him, but Vincent quickly resumed his live stream after restarting the equipment.

"Mr. Wayne, you are illegally gaining control of the Magical Base Station, which is a clear criminal act."

Vincent finally raised his head, meeting his regretful eyes without fear. "Mr. Minister, I don't understand what you mean. The global live broadcast is being supported by our Wayne Enterprises' private Magical Base Station. Does that count as a crime?"

"A private Magical Base Station?" Fudge realized instantly.

The young man in front of him, who was not even twenty years old, had actually foreseen this day and secretly set up his own Magical Base Station.

It's not impossible to achieve this with just personal financial resources, but in terms of manpower...

No, now is not the time to think about those things.

Fudge originally intended to claim after the live stream was interrupted that it was a new series produced in collaboration between the Ministry of Magic and Wayne Enterprises, but for some reason it was exploited by criminals, ultimately leading to the global broadcast of these incredibly realistic images.

The public, unaware of the truth, may have doubts, but as long as things operate as usual, the matter of Voldemort's return will be suppressed.

But he didn't expect that the young Vincent had a trick up his sleeve and regained the initiative.

As an observer, Madame Maxime smiled knowingly, while Umbridge's face was contorted in grotesque contortions.

"Mr. Wayne, this is blatant criminal behavior!"

Vincent looked at her like she was an idiot. "A crime? Senior Deputy Minister Umbridge, may I ask what crime I have committed?"

Since we've already fallen out with the British Ministry of Magic, there's no need to give them any face anymore.

Umbridge stammered and remained silent, watching Vincent take out one thick codex after another from the Flamel Ring. "None of the Magic Codes prohibits individuals or companies from owning private Magical Base Station. If it's a crime of spreading false information, I think you know better than anyone whether I've broken the law."

Umbridge, speechless after being confronted, desperately wanted to prove herself, but with Fudge helpless, she seemed only able to play the role of the clown.

Vincent produced ten legal codes, including the "Cadillacing Approval Order," the "Ministry of Magic," the "Twenty-Five Laws on Association with Muggle," the "International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy, "the Decree for the Reasonable Restriction of Underage Sorcery," the " International Statute of Wizarding Secrecy," the " International Statute of Secrecy,"the International Ban on Duelling," the "International Code of Magical Secrecy," and the "Muggle Protection Act," which stacked together were half his height.

Umbridge stared at the legal decree, which was almost as tall as him, and his whole body turned red with anger.

Some students in the stands, unaware of the facts, immediately clapped and cheered, especially the twins who led the commotion.

Hearing their insults and mockery, Umbridge finally realized that he had become a clown and that he was no match for Vincent at all.

What a terrifying young man! I thought he was a well-behaved and obedient child, but I never expected him to be a master of playing dumb to deceive others.

The British Ministry of Magic has completely backfired this time. Instead of trying to interrupt the live broadcast again, they should think about how to distance themselves from the situation.

Umbridge's expression shifted between anger and unease, while inwardly cursing Barty Crouch as a damned man.

Both of them were referees in the Triwizard Tournament. Although she was replacing Bagman, she ordered the hedges to be turned into her favorite pink color.

If she were mistaken for Barty Crouch's accomplice, her life would be over.

Vincent made no attempt to hide the disdain in his eyes.

Voldemort is back, and this pink toad is still full of scheming.

Looking at Fudge, he realized he couldn't stop the live broadcast, so he focused on watching the duel between Dumbledore and Voldemort.

Everyone knows that Dumbledore strong, so strong that he is recognized as the strongest wizard in the entire world.

But as for exactly how strong he was, there were very few witnesses who were fortunate enough to see his epic duel with Grindelwald back then, and now that half a century has passed, no one knows just how strong he really was.

The dazzling green lightning bolts were all Voldemort's Killing Curse. He treated the Three Unforgivable Curses as ordinary attacks. This Dark Lord, who had just regained his power, was indeed terrifying.

But Dumbledore more terrifying. He remained completely at ease under this barrage of attacks, showing no signs of being betrayed by Barty Crouch.

As time passed, Voldemort's offensive intensified, leaving the already cratered graveyard riddled with twisted traces of Dark Magic.

Finally, he began to attack everything in his path indiscriminately.

Peter Pettigrew a glimpse of the approaching Killing Curse and hurriedly Transfiguration a rat from his Animagus form to escape.

Although it only had three legs, it disappeared in the blink of an eye.

Barty Crouch and Karkaroff, who lay motionless on the ground, were lucky. They were right next to the crystal shield that was used to protect Harry and Draco, and were not affected by Voldemort's attack.

After another round of carnage, Dumbledore jumped onto the shoulders of the clay Giant and raised the Elder Wand, pointing it at the dark night sky.

"Tom, you're getting a little impatient."

The peaceful night sky suddenly became restless.

Voldemort looked up at the rapidly gathering dark clouds overhead, grinned maliciously, and raised his Yew Wand high as well.